The east wind was like a seal, majestic and upright, silently gazing at the secluded mountain peaks that stacked upon one another like clouds embracing tightly together.
In the vast mountain plateau, a slender mountain proudly stood, reaching straight into the blue sky. Its towering figure fully displayed its magnificence, and just as the surrounding mountains bowed to the heavens, it suddenly emerged, seemingly looking down on the firmament with disdain.
At times it seemed like the work of gods and demons, at other times plain and unremarkable.
The mountain cliffs above looked like dark clouds pressing down, gloomy and bone-chillingly cold.
After nearly a year of construction, You Mountain had taken shape. Clouds and mists twined around the mountain peak, and pavilions stood in abundance, resembling an immortal realm of the human world.
Atop the peak, A-Jiu was reading a book while sweeping the dust in the courtyard with a broom.
"Whoosh whoosh..."